Just a Scare

SLOANE’S POV

The apartment felt too small.

I paced the length of the living room for what felt like the hundredth time, bare feet slapping softly against the hardwood floor. My phone was clenched so tightly in my hand my knuckles ached.

The curtains were half-drawn even though it was still daylight outside, the city muted and distant, like it belonged to someone else’s life, someone normal.

Nolan